Come aboard this submarine,
and observe the sea,
so peaceful and serene,
yet terrifying.
Ebbing and flowing,
never shrinking nor growing,
the tides come
for payment due.
Waves crash and slash,
writhing and weaving,
smoothing rocks,
bringing seashells
but spreading plastic.
Coral grows in a thousand hues
amidst the bright and dreary blues.
Fish and octopi wander
unaware of the world so sombre.
Debris and rotting bones sink,
along with skin and dust,
uncaring and indifferent.
Descend into these darkened depths,
no, no need for eyes,
do try and hold your breath.
Curling tails and bladed mandibles,
they promise to only take a bite.
Deceiving lights and crushing pressure,
this place welcomes not.
Finally.
At the depths.
The water crushes your skull,
and you are truly free.
Why is there a plastic bag?
